15 Weeks Later
West Side of Cleveland: DeLuca Luxury Apartments: 11th Floor: Apartment #314: Living Room
Seated on the couch, Buffy's short legs were outstretched, resting on the coffee table. One hand rested on her growing belly as she mindlessly stared at the television, lost in her mind.
Beside her, Graham lounged back with one hand wrapped around a beer bottle and the other, outstretched around Buffy's shoulders.
Turning her eyes to him, a small smile tugging at her lips couldn't be helped. It amazed her how long she and Graham lived without one another. It hardly seemed possible that they lived a life separated—barely on each other's radar.
Feeling her gaze on him, Graham ripped his eyes from the television and tightened his arm that was around her shoulders, pressing her into his side. He leaned closer with the intent to kiss her forehead but instead, Graham kissed her lips.
Brushing her fingertips at his lips, Buffy lifted her eyes to his face wearing a look of desire. Graham recognised the look floating in her bright green eyes and felt a jolt of excitement.
Since the news of the baby their sex life had not taken a hit—not in the least. For weeks after first finding out, neither Buffy or Graham could keep their hands off of each other. It is partially because they were still in the beginning throws of a new romance and the other part, their pure excitement for their little tyke coming to the world, which would be the living and breathing evidence of their love.
As Buffy's belly grew, Graham felt a strange mixture of masculine pride and complete desire. He reveled in the jealous looks from other men as they walked together in public. Graham wanted to shout it from the rooftops—or at least rub it in every man's face that Buffy was his girl and she was carrying his child.
Never before had he ever felt such a need to 'mark his claim'. He had always found it barbaric when other men did that. But he couldn't stop these strange feelings.
Putting the glass beer bottle in his hand on the floor, Graham slightly shifted to rub his hand over her growing belly. He felt her smile against his mouth as they continued to lightly kiss.
From the baby fruit size application on Buffy's cellphone, their infant was the size of an apple. Earlier in the week, she had felt the baby fluttering in her belly. Graham joked that perhaps the baby was doing Slayer-infused somersaults.
Buffy laughed along to the joke but quietly confided in Graham and revealed that she was terrified. What if the baby would be a Slayer? Could the baby be a Slayer? How can she and Graham raise a child in their world of supernatural?
Ever the voice of reason, Graham had her explain again how Vampire Slayer's were chosen and then he took this to Giles—swearing him to secrecy that the Watcher wouldn't tell Buffy that Graham had voiced her concerns. Of course, Giles agreed and gave Graham various books of the Slayer's origin and how they were chosen from a big world of young girls and women. Now that Willow had broken the chosen Slayer legacy, the Slayer would immediately show signs of power.
Giles took it upon himself to reassure the new parents that the likelihood of their child being a chosen Slayer was slim to none. The child of a Slayer was never chosen.
Relieved to hear this after Graham had explained it to her, Buffy did feel much better, but the fears of exposing their child to the world of its purest evils still weighed heavy on her.
"Let's go to bed." whispered Buffy nuzzling her nose against his.
Graham smiled with a nod and was the first to stand from the couch, followed by Buffy. She picked up the remote on the coffee table and switched the television off before letting Graham take her hand and lead her to the bedroom.
Master Bedroom
Standing together in the dim lit room, Graham was the first to shed his clothing by taking off his t-shirt. With an appreciative gaze, Buffy touched his muscular torso before placing a kiss over his beating heart.
Threading his fingers into her long blonde hair, Graham steered her face back to his and feverishly kissed her. Slipping his tongue into her mouth, Graham could taste the honey tea she had been drinking only minutes before in the living room.
Unbuttoning the front of his jeans, Buffy released a laugh as Graham awkwardly struggled to toe off his boots and then kick off the jeans. Looping her arms around his neck, Buffy pressed her front into his when Graham gently pushed her back.
Frowning at the loss of his closeness, Buffy brushed off her disappointment as she realised that Graham wanted her to begin removing her own clothing. As she undressed, Graham removed his black boxer briefs, now standing fully naked.
Impatiently, Graham assisted Buffy in removing the rest of her clothing. He hooked his arm around her back and lifted her slightly from the floor to walk them to the bed.
Laying her down, Graham's mouth parted from hers and he began to pepper her golden tanned body with kisses. His hand cupped her breast with a smile. Graham was sure the best thing about the pregnancy—besides the child was Buffy's growing breasts. He's always loved her body. It was slender, strong, well proportioned but despite all of that, the growth of her breasts was just an added bonus.
His mouth covered over her erected rosebud nipple. Swirling his long around the nipple, Buffy let out a moaning sigh.
Graham took his time and gave each of her breasts the same amount of thorough attention. He placed a kiss on her swollen belly and traveled back up the length of her petite body to cover her mouth with his own.
Shifting to settle more comfortably between her legs, Graham reached a hand between their bodies and gripped his hardened erection, directing it to her welcoming center.
As he entered her body, Graham suddenly paused with a look of apprehension on his face.
Detecting his abrupt change of demeanour, Buffy opened her eyes with a concerned frown, immediately feeling self-conscious that perhaps he found her changing body unattractive.
"What is it? What's wrong?" she asked.
Graham let out a breath, unsure how to explain himself. He looked at her face then down at her growing belly then back to her face. "I can't go any deeper." Graham said, with a breath of disappointment.
"What? Why not?" Buffy's brows furrowed together.
"Because," he looked down at her stomach, "if I do, then I'll poke the baby in the face."
When Graham looked back up his girlfriend, he could see the mixture of confusion and humour written across her face.
"Honey, that is ridiculous," she told him with a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Graham frowned, insulted by her lack of concern. "No, it's not. And another thing," he shifted off of her, to sit on his knees, "I'm crushin' the baby in this position."
Picking herself up to lean on her elbows, Buffy shook her head, "Graham, the doctor said everything would be fine. Couples have sex all the time when their pregnant."
"It's not safe. The baby doesn't have a shell to protect it."
"A shell?" Buffy's face twisted bewilderment. "Graham, the baby is very safe. Now, come back over here and kiss me."
Unconvinced, Graham looked at her belly and shook his head. "I can't do it."
Exhaling a heavy sigh, Buffy then suggested, "What if I go on top?"
"That could work." Graham agreed and moved to lay down on his back as Buffy straddled over top of him.
With his hands on her hips, Graham's blue-eyed gaze dropped from her face as she reached between their bodies to direct his cock to her center and landed on her baby bump.
Reading the look on his face, Buffy rolled her eyes. "What is it now?"
His eyes stared unwaveringly at her stomach as he said, "This isn't goin' to work either."
"Why not?"
"All I can see is our baby bein' poked in the face with my dick."
"Graham, you're nowhere near the baby."
"I'm not so sure about that."
Raising her brows high up her forehead, Buffy smirked, "You're awfully full of yourself."
"Insultin' my dick size isn't gonna make not want to do this anymore," he cheekily said, earning a eye roll from Buffy.
Shifting off of him, Buffy sat on the bed, while Graham began to slide off of the bed to stand on his feet.
Rubbing the back of his head, Graham looked at her. "Turn around," he instructed. "I'll go from behind—doggystyle."
"No," she raised the arch of a manicured brow and crossed her arms over her chest.
"No, not like a dog, it's just the style. We do it all the time."
"I don't want to go doggystyle," argued Buffy.
Graham exhaled a heavy breath of frustration, "C'mon, Buf, please. I'll make it really worth your while."
Scoffing, Buffy unraveled her folded arms and began to turn around, propping herself up on her hands and knees.
Graham wrapped his hand around her hips and easily slid into her body from behind. Releasing a moaning breath, Graham closed his eyes, delighted by the tightness of her body as it wrapped around his cock.
Thrusting in and out of her body, Graham felt the exhilarating build of a climax. He listened to Buffy's breathless moans and asked if what he was doing felt good for her. She responded with a moan.
Leaning over her, Graham wrapped his hands around her bouncing breasts and kissed the back of her neck feeling the closeness of an explosive climax.
Meeting his thrusts, Buffy reached her hand down her body and rubbed her clit. Squeezing her eyes closed, she was very close.
Without warning, Graham's thrusts hastily stalled to a screeching halt.
Frustrated, Buffy looked at him from over her shoulder and angrily asked, "What the hell is it now?"
"I can't cum."
"Why not?" The anger in her voice was evident.
"'Cause it'll splash all in the baby's face. I don't want the first thing my kid sees is my dick pokin' at its face or my cum splashin' in its face."
Buffy buried her face into her hands, "Jesus Christ," she cursed under her breath. "You've seriously lost it." she said, getting off of the bed and reaching for one of Graham's old UC Sunnydale t-shirts from the floor that she frequently wore for bed.
Watching her move about the room, Graham frowned, as she tidied her hair into a messy hair bun at the top of her head and head out of the bedroom.
"Where're you goin'?" He asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed with a pout on his face.
"Since we're clearly not going to accomplish anything tonight, I'm going to make tea."
Graham couldn't blame her for being fed up with him, but it still didn't stop the whining in his voice. "But-but, I wanna have sex."
"Use your hand," Buffy said, over her shoulder as exited the bedroom, leaving Graham alone sitting on the rumpled bed with a deepening frown on his face.
Graham looked down at his tall standing cock and grumbled as he wrapped a hang around the shaft to finish himself. This was not at all how he had envisioned the night but the imagery of his penis poking the baby in the face and splashing his cum all over it wouldn't leave his brain.
"Shit," he muttered and vigorously jacked himself off with annoyance.
Next Afternoon
The Council Headquarters: Upper Level #4: Outside: Buffy's Office
Hating how awkward the rest of the night was last night, Graham spent the morning trying to figure out how he could possibly make it up to Buffy. He was afraid she might've taken his lack of performance last night as a way of saying that attracted to her now that she was getting bigger.
Graham found it ridiculous that Buffy could ever have those thoughts because she was very beautiful. Graham was well aware of how fortunate he was to have the love of this spectacular woman.
Heading to her office, Graham caught the eye of Andrew standing at a filing cabinet as he walked closer to the closed office door.
Andrew frowned and turned from the metal cabinet to tell Graham not to enter into the office but it was too late.
Inside: Buffy's Office
Entering into the office without first knocking, Graham ran a hand through his short hair and said, "Summers, about last night… it wasn't anythin' you did. It was me. I just couldn't get the image out of my head of my di—" Graham lifted his head to see that Buffy was not alone in the large office.
She sat at the head of the conference table with Giles and several leaders from around the world also seated at the conference table. All of their eyes landed on Graham as he stood in the background, white faced with embarrassment.
Buffy looked at him wide-eyed and mortified. Standing from the conference table, the men stood up as well and sat back down when Buffy walked over to the Graham, and grabbed him by his elbow to pull him aside, towards the office door.
"Oh, shit, I'm sorry, I completely forgot that you had a meetin' today," whispered Graham, annoyed with himself for having not only forgotten about this very important meeting but embarrassing the woman he loved in front of them.
"You have to go," she told him quietly, guiding him towards the door.
"I know, I know. I'm just sorry and I feel like crap about last night and—"
"—Don't even worry about that." She told him. "We'll try it again later."
Graham felt an air of relief that she wasn't upset with him. But the longer he looked at her the more he wondered if she was just saving face in front of the most important world leaders on earth.
"I mean it," she said, seemingly reading his mind. "Now, go, please." Buffy opened the office door pushing him out.
Just as Buffy began to close the door, Graham faced her. "I love you," he quickly said.
Buffy gave him a small half-smile and replied, "I love you, too. Now go."
Graham chuckled as she closed the door in his face.
For a minute, Graham stood still at the closed office door, letting himself process everything that had just happened to him. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment for having humiliated Buffy like that in front of literally the world.
He took a step back from the door and caught Andrew looking at him. Graham frowned, "You could've warned me."
Andrew smirked, "And miss the sheer joy of your embarrassment, I think not." He mercilessly teased Graham and watched as he walked out into the hallway.
Andrew's eyes dropped to Graham's backside and admired his handsome beauty before chuckling to himself and went back to work.
